Lyrics:
came with extensions
We used to slang loose cracks shoot at us n***a we shoot back
Get your wig blew back for 22 stacks
It ain’t shit to get one of my
O lord please for foregive me for all theses sins
Twelve got me , ya know imma plead the fifth
He just got stepped on , in some brand new timbs
I'm
sex
God in in the office with its two kids on its desk
God is sick of giving more and always getting less
God is in the doctor's office filling fake
love we was told to run from
That same hood where the guns sung
We holla love, hopin' it become one
Crack got so many lives undone
From lack of love
told, that's the price of soul
I sold drugs to our brothers that disappointed their mothers
I did what I did just to live how I live
I wasn't forced by
to hide
I live in public eye
Tomorrow ain't promised
I could die today
I live my life on the fast lane
Did dirt before the cash came
Ain't no love it's
poppin'
Sexy lil' filter, go on and lick big poppa
BL smoother than Silk or Don Juan
Bone-in ribeye, well, tiger primes
Ball out, we all out, V-Lives
the time I spent back
Come around damn near spin back
Hmm
I told ha don't cry
I'm by yo side you got the reapers with chu
Sometimes you gotta lose your love
skate by 5-0
I got this paper in the weight of 5 o's
Got to debate how to space what block holds what
To integrate, make em hate what I throw
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Typically by using two or more turntables and a cross
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is loving me
Saying the best part of the day is my half
Feeding me breakfast, and giving
can't piss when standing up
Hands is shaking doctors is taking to operating
Now you might not live so they start debating
You in bad shape
And your
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
just yesterday, a young nigga stepped up to the plate and
Learn to bat, military minded at a early age bread to live in a murder maze
I don't want
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Disruptive
Magnitude is floss
Mean the earth gone
Shake
Got the laundry
On
Spin cycle tornado
Better
Fly along
Got some whites
And some blacks
Balling like we Scotty
Well that's how I feel
Finding out
Shock em like and eal
I'm ill
Need a doctor
For real
Crack ya like the chiropractor
Never was
my ey
rap like dr dre
but everything is gray
play like shake
this is a hack
but is a new track
go never back
go to mac
head full of crack
fuck
up wit some sement
Dissing on who hell nah
That boy he tweaking
Stomping wit gorillas man these n***** know wat we on
Spin the block
Up in a hot
Aye
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
Baby
Baby Plug
Yeah
Young nigga curb surfing
A truck stop a sideline brick
The folks watching but they ain't on shit
Reporting live from the yet
admirer
Student loaner...continental drifter...professional day lifter
Spin doctor...self-referentialist...personal journalist
(bridge)
Word, its
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